Mom, I'm so sorry...
When I was a teenager, more precisely I was 16 years old, I ran away form home.
I hated the way my mom was protective over me. I hated that she wanted to check my phone once a week to see what I have there.
I hated that she didn't allowed me to go outside with my friends.
I wanted to be...
I hated the way my mom was protective over me. I hated that she wanted to check my phone once a week to see what I have there.
I hated that she didn't allowed me to go outside with my friends.
I wanted to be...